The Memory of You

Like a faint memory... he comes to me
       calling out my name.
The boy from my childhood... the man from
   my dreams.
Why now? I ask as he touches my chek lightly.
            my mind drifts away to another not as fair
The one who is out finding my family's
       strength and health
I cannot resist what I have longed
    for all these years.
But, yet, I feel shameful knowing who
         really loves me.
I cast away the memory....
 ......as I embrace what is real.

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